Love
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Who faced you the wrong way?We were children, in our touch,transparent in our promises,loving in our aptitudeto filter through our fingerswhat was meant to last.But you are crossing over,after a defeated existenceleft you feeling lonely.You recognize what to uncoverbeyond another beaten door,where there’s somethingless concealed, less smothered.A kiss could not reconnectthese wires of ongoing sounds,because…
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I hear, through those woods,playing back to me in rhythmsof an oaken heartbeat,that there’s everythingto be afraid of,while I wait to sleep,as I clash in these shadows,passing time as I weep.I fear, within these thudsamong a sheltering existencethat rain can come in heaviness,more than where I’m buriedin a bed made of dust.I am ill, to…
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That final step to takeburied you deep,kept you far – far fromwho will not everventure to your hiding place,drowned in a flood,cradled in the dark.To pure eyesthat see something else,I am not adopting themwhen I cannot clean these handsof what gets dragged in,in piles of nothingness.Mountains of ashesbrought skyward,laid out as miserable cushionsfor me to…
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You forced your scarsto open in blinding daylight,curving your smileinto a fatal frown.You bleed without woundsthat anyone can see,except for me,because I have understoodwhat won’t close,without another door,another path forward.But your feet are stuck,your pace would be rigidshould you ever take a stepto find captivationin anything else,but the dark.I can see you, terrified,to become someone…
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Crystallized madness -a circle drawn around some words,those that brought us throughan open door, into a curse.I’ve kissed you into sweetness,as you were, in your fever,drenched in bitterness.I’ve folded hand over hand,praying for a warmthto ignite our frozen land.Those without hopego missing without light,to guide them far from darknessand its ledge into an abyss.For us,…
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Pushed into bold,cold words, from an old heart,that lost itself on its start,on its voyagewhere everywhereis an emptiness.I am sending you letterswith stamps like fingerprintson stained glass.I am weeping what littleI can spare, for your thirst,for you to escapefrom becoming worse.You are living in your mergebetween a split of waters,where one part drowns,the other burieswhat…
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I’ve always leftresidue whenever I have everfollowed you, to another room.You are in those shadows,reforming yourselfin sacred corners,as I am always a ghostto freeze a breaththat you never abandon.Your tears come througha face that shelters itself,under damp ceilings.Water damage, to you,means nothing when youkeep blessing those ruins.What you doto keep me buried,is keeping me alive,thriving…
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I place circles,drawn over porcelain skin,surrounding where wedried our flesh,brought ourselves downto feeble moments.Seconds were passedover skies in black drapes.I remember how wefelt our hearts,splashing in sudden rain,drying ourselves in the morning.We were returning to seeall that we ought to believe.To tears, we sweptsunlight beneath rugs,writing our namesabove scars,concealing our lovebeneath nude,crude stars.
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We broke throughdust and cloudscollecting around our sights.What could we be viewing?What could we notice,if our scarshave enough color?Days came, when wewould let descend our tearsfor too long a time,smoothing ripples only whenwe let an ocean be calm,all over again.But we found our wayto be beyonda stagnating gray.Mute expressions,deafened promisesbeckoned a false blessingto tie our…
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I call on all signsto rain vigor,as I cling onto all threadsdragging folds behind.Some torn shredof discolored clothingreminded me of a wound,of what I disguise.Some plain pageof unwritten historyhas made me forget moreof what comes next.Some repeated wordsare left to be unheard,as I will continue to maskthe sun with the moon.I will recoil from the…
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Moldable creation,digging through your pagesto find something elseother than emptiness.Blank pages tell of whatyou’ve tried to hide,kissing your reflectionfor what ruin looks like.I’ve come to remindthat displaced mindthat there’s more to knowthan this sadness you rewind.Silver tears,bleeding into streaks,letting yourself becomeeveryone else’s sun.You’ll love to quell thosewho’ve never come closeto see your hurt,to fathom what…
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Imploring fora rewinding encore,after diving in afteryour hand, in that pushfor another minute more.For further timein space, kissing diamondsfar from your face.You’ve been cryingunderneath those tattersthat shield disconnected eyes.Begging afterrepetition’s harmonyto replace your tragedy.I come, again,to signal you to cross.Into these arms,you can be buried.You can rest,you can undressyour disguise of distress.To tend to you,when…
Modern Romanticism 